how I loathe holidays.
especially this one.

Four day weekend.
I should clean out my car,
Get caught up on ALL my homework,
Clean my room,
Deal with parking tickets,
and
Look into picking up odd jobs for spending money.

What will I actually be doing?
Myspace
and
Smoking cigarettes I can't afford.

I picked up Ciara at James' apartment last night. He'd had another psychotic episode, disapeared around 11am and didn't return until I'd gotten there around 8pm. By then he was like trying to talk to a brick wall. His mother was on the phone ordering him to take his medication, he kept picking things up and moving them around his apartment, ( Read more... )

This morning looks a little better ( Read more... )

I've decided that for the rest of the day I will be Lauren Bacall. I will gaze at men over my shoulder, speak low and never light my own cigarettes.

You just press your lips together and blow.

I have a date tonight ( Read more... )

I could not sleep at all last night. Uncontrollable coughing combined with the stress of finals, I was up until 2:30 reading White Oleander just to get my mind off of everything and hopefully drift off ( Read more... )

Good thing last night was fun.
Because I'm soooo fucking sick now.
Probably had something to do with smoking in the freezing cold in a skimpy costume.
Anyway, I thoroughly blame myself.

I should just suck it up and go to school.
But I can hardly walk in a straight line.

Somebody make me some tea.

I'm not going to be a bandit for Halloween. After a few attempts, I could not make a bandit mask look cute ( Read more... )

Day 3: No caffiene ( Read more... )